"If this was a drill zone, then we should be able to find some traces left behind from the drills, right?" the Fisherman said. "At the very least, we should be able to figure out what this research institute was studying back then, shouldn't we?"
"Unfortunately, these realistic drill grounds were abandoned before they ever went into operation," Yano sighed. "The buildings you see were all only half-finished."
Of the people who had "disappeared" on Nameless Island back then, the largest group had not been institute staff or the island's garrison, but construction workers from the various expansion sites—the Siberian Federation and Xiazhou Federation had invested manpower equivalent to at least six engineering regiments here, yet not a single one of those people made it back.
"Don't you find it strange?" Sun Hang suddenly said.
"Strange? What's strange?" The Fisherman looked baffled. "If you're talking about strange, then everything I've seen is strange. There's nowhere that isn't strange."
"When the accident happened, there were thousands of people on the island, yet only a handful escaped back to the mainland. What about those who didn't escape?" Sun Hang asked.
"They died, obviously." The Fisherman shrugged and answered without thinking. "Even if they didn't die back then, more than a hundred years have passed. They'd have died of old age by now!"
"Then where are the bodies?" Sun Hang asked again. "Didn't you notice that we haven't seen a single corpse the entire way?"
"Ah... that really is true!" The Fisherman's expression changed slightly. "Not a single body... neither aboveground nor underground..."
Aside from the hunters killed by the Eight-Headed Serpent on the beach, they had encountered only four corpses so far.
One was the Indian Hunter who had lost control of his emotions and died in the bizarre forest.
One was